It's been such a long day
As much as I repay my debts
to those who're left with whom to play
a daily game I must engage
It's so good to be home
And yet I'm not alone
Many steps far from my zone
Indebted, ties to whom I'm owned
pry for my mind's only known
attentions that I loan
And when it's gotten late
And weariness to which I've grown
reminds me I'm not quite at home
'til day then meets their restful fate;
I'm finally alone
- Author: b-LAH-que ( Offline)
- Published: November 16th, 2017 02:10
- Category: Unclassified
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